Oh My God! 33 reviews for only one chapter! (Falls off of chair in pure shock) I can't believe it! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in so long; I should have updated sooner, I know; but I didn't know what to put up, until now! I swear that if this keeps up, there will be a practically guarantee that there will be a sequel (even though that I'm only on the second chapter).

Well anyway, thank you so very much to those who reviewed, I love you all (in a friendly way, or a brotherly sisterly way from how many reviews I got). Thank you to those who told me the names of the characters I needed to know.

Now, on with the story! (Finally!) I promise that the next chapter will be up sooner! I swear! Just please keep those reviews coming!

Chapter 2

Normal POV

Mr. Hawkins and Hotstreak make their way to the room like the doctor had told them; the doctor only walked them half way because another emergency. The first to get to the door is Mr. Hawkins; he looks back at Hotstreak for a moment before opening the door.

Both Mr. Hawkins and Hotstreak enter the room at the same time; they see Richie, on a bed with a few tubes connected to his body. A nurse is talking to him as she checks him over; Richie is just looking up at the ceiling, he isn't responding to anything that the nurse is saying. When the nurse sees the other two, she sighs and walks over to them when she's done with Richie.

"You two can probably do better with him than I'm doing." The nurse says. "He isn't responding to anything, which is worrying the doctor because he thinks he's mute now." With that, she leaves the room.

Mr. Hawkins and Hotstreak look at each other before walking over to Richie.

"Richie, can you hear me?" Mr. Hawkins asks as he looks over Richie.

Richie blinks once, but continues looking up at the ceiling.

"Maybe you should try." Mr. Hawkins says; Hotstreak nods in agreement.

"Richie, can you hear me?" Hotstreak repeats what Mr. Hawkins says.

Richie blinks again, but he turns his head and looks at Hotstreak. Mr. Hawkins smiles at this, maybe Hotstreak can be the key to helping Richie get back to normal.

"Richie…" Hotstreak says as he gets to his knees beside the bed, since there are no chairs around.

Richie continues looking at Hotstreak, he doesn't say anything, he just looks at him.

Mr. Hawkins' cell phone rings and he apologizes and walks out; leaving Hotstreak and Richie alone.

"Hotstreak…" Richie whispers.

"Yes…" Hotstreak says. "It's me Richie."

"They hurt me…" Richie whispers.

"Who?" Hotstreak pries, he doesn't know why, but he feels that once he finds out who had done this to Riche; he's going to kill them.

"I don't know…" Richie whispers, then he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

Hotstreak sighs and gets up; he looks at Richie for a moment before walking out of the room.

When he's outside, he sees that Mr. Hawkins is still on his phone; but he hangs up the moment the door closes.

"So how did it go?" Mr. Hawkins asks.

"He spoke, but I didn't get much out of him." Hotstreak says.

Mr. Hawkins smiles at the news of Richie speaking, meaning he isn't mute, right?

"Do you want to go home?" Mr. Hawkins asks.

"Home, what home?" Hotstreak says. "The only home I know is the streets of Detroit."

"Then it's settled, you're going to live with us for awhile; so is Richie once he's able to get out of the hospital." Mr. Hawkins says. "Plus, I know you want to be good again, so I'm going to help you with that too."

Hotstreak stands there for a moment before noticing that Mr. Hawkins is walking away; he quickly follows Mr. Hawkins out of the hospital; before leaving, they get information for what time they can come and visit again.

"Daddy, what's he doing here?" Sharon asks when she sees Hotstreak following her father into the house.

"He's staying with us for awhile." Mr. Hawkins says.

"Are you sick in the head, you're going to let a J.D. stay with us!" Sharon says. "Not to mention, a bang-baby!" (A/N: J.D. short for Juvenile Delinquent.)

"Sharon, calm down." Mr. Hawkins says. "He wants to change and I'm trying to help him; plus he helped out Richie."

"Helped out Richie, with what, running away?" Sharon asks.

"No, he saved him from dieing." Mr. Hawkins murmurs.

"What!" Sharon yells. "Daddy, do you realize that he's probably the one who almost killed Richie; also, what in the world happened to him! Is he alright!"

"Yes he is okay." Mr. Hawkins says. "Plus, I have a feeling that Francis didn't do anything to Richie."

Sharon growls and walks over to Hotstreak.

"Boy, you're lucky that you used to be one of my brother's best friends and that I know it's possible for you to change." Sharon says. "I just wonder what Virgil's boyfriend's going to say about this."

"Sharon!" Mr. Hawkins hollers.

"He didn't know!" Sharon says. "Oops…"

Throughout all of this, Hotstreak is leaning against the door of the kitchen, the word of Virgil's boyfriend makes his ears perk.

"Virgil's gay?" Hotstreak asks.

"He's a bi…" Mr. Hawkins says.

Hotstreak remains quiet for a moment.

"I don't mind about that." Hotstreak says.

The sound of the door opening is heard and Hotstreak moves from the kitchen door; a moment later, the door is opened again and Virgil steps in. He's about to say something, until he sees Hotstreak; then he says something else.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" Virgil yells as he points at Hotstreak.

"Boy, watch your language!" Mr. Hawkins yells.

"Sorry Pops, but what is this guy doing here!" Virgil says.

"He's here for help." Mr. Hawkins says. "He'll be staying with us for awhile."

"What!" Virgil yells. "No way!"

"It's the least we can do after what he had done for Richie." Mr. Hawkins says.

"What about Richie?" Virgil asks.

Mr. Hawkins explains what had happened; all of that causes Virgil to jump across the kitchen and tries to kill Hotstreak. Mr. Hawkins jumps forward and catches him, keeping him away from Hotstreak; Hotstreak has fireballs in his hands; Sharon is just looking on in shock at Hotstreak.

"Daddy, if he stays here, he's going to set our house on fire." Sharon says as she points at Hotstreak's hands.

"Then I'll give a new rule; no fire-play unless it's absolutely necessary!" Mr. Hawkins yells as he drops his son to the ground. Hotstreak fizzles out his flames.

"When can we go see Richie!" Virgil yells as he stands.

"Tonight…" Mr. Hawkins says. "Francis is coming with us rather you like it or not. Sharon, you coming?"

Sharon nods.

Mr. Hawkins sighs and looks at Virgil.

"Virgil, I know that this is going to be hard for you to get used to." Mr. Hawkins says. "But what I say goes. Francis will be sleeping on the rollout bed that's in the couch in the living room; when Richie gets out of the hospital, he'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom."

Virgil nods, but he glares at Hotstreak.

'I know you did that to Richie.' Virgil thinks. 'And you'll pay for what you have done.'

Later on, that night

Virgil's POV

"Pops, lets get going!" I say to my dad for like the twentieth time.

"Virgil, we're going as fast as we can." Pops says, again.

I sigh and sit down on the couch, glaring at Hotstreak who's just across from me.

"I didn't do anything Virgil!" Hotstreak says.

I continue glaring at him; I still don't believe him.

The door bell rings and I rush to go get it; I know who it is; it's Darrel!

When I open the door, I feel arms wrap around my waist and I'm pulled into a kiss. I smile into the kiss and he lets me go. I look into the eyes of Darrel Chang; he's Chinese-African-American. He has short black hair and a pair of brown eyes that are slanted, showing his Chinese heritage; his skin is caramel colored, slightly lighter than caramel.

"How have you been?" Darrel asks.

"Stressed…" I say; it's true, I've been worrying about Richie all day.

Darrel smiles a little sad smile and kisses me again.

"Get a room." I hear Sharon say.

Darrel breaks our kiss and looks over to my sister.

"Hello sister…" Darrel says; for some reason, Darrel likes calling my sister his sister and my father his father; he lives with only his mother, so it's not too weird.

"Hello…" Sharon says. "You're coming along with us to the hospital?"

"Yeah…" Darrel says. "You guys are not the only ones who want to see how Richie's doing."

Darrel steps in and closes the door behind him.

"Now, what about this Hotstreak fellow I've been hearing about?" Darrel asks.

"We can't kick him out because my father is letting him stay here." I say. "But I swear he's the one who has done this to Richie; I'm going to prove that fact one way or another."

Darrel looks at me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Okay, so you feel you know that Hotstreak has done this to Richie." Darrel says. "But, what if he didn't?"

I look down to the floor.

"Then I will have a lot of apologizing to do…" I say.

Darrel chuckles and hugs me.

"Okay people, let's get going!" Pops says.

Normal POV

The car ride to the hospital could have been worse. Throughout the whole car ride, Hotstreak and Virgil were trying to fight with each other; Darrel was the referee. Mr. Hawkins had to stop the car three times on the way; he threatened that he would turn back and call the hospital to tell them to cancel their visit, that didn't really do the trick. When the car finally pulled up to the hospital's parking lot, everyone piled out; of course, Hotstreak and Virgil almost ended up in a fight. But that was resolved quickly with Mr. Hawkins' yelling.

Right now, everyone is walking down that hallway to Richie's room; all of them wondering about Richie's condition. As they walk up to the door, a nurse and doctor walk out; the doctor that's coming out of Richie's room isn't the doctor from that morning, it's a different doctor. This doctor has short black hair with a few grays; he has deep blue eyes that are covered with glasses (not sunglasses).

Mr. Hawkins is the one to speak to him.

"Mr. Hawkins, it's nice to see you again." The doctor says.

Mr. Hawkins looks at the doctor strangely because he doesn't recognize him so well at first, then his eye slightly widens and he smiles.

"Dr. Jakes? Long time no see." Mr. Hawkins says.

The men shake hands and Mr. H turns to Virgil.

"Virgil, this man delivered you." Mr. H says. "If it weren't for him, you might not be alive right now."

Virgil's eyes widen. He remembers the story of his birth; there were a few complications along the way of delivery, but with the help of Dr. Jakes, he lived.

"Well Virgil, you have sure grown from that five pound six ounce baby." Dr. Jakes says.

"Well, it has been sixteen years since we last heard from you." Virgil says; he steps up to Dr. Jakes with his hand outstretched. "It's nice to meet you again."

The two shake hands; and again, immediately down to business.

"Dr. Maxwell wasn't able to figure out what Richie's true condition is." Dr. Jakes says. "But I have taken over in his place to find out; so Richie is currently in my care."

Everyone nods, they all approve of Dr. Jakes being Richie's doctor.

"If you will follow me, I will lead you to Richie's new room." Dr. Jakes says.

Everyone follows eager to see how Richie is doing.

To be continued…

Finished with this chapter!

I'm so happy I have it up now; but how long will it be for the next chapter! Like I promised before, it will be up sooner than this one was; so the next one should be up in a week or two.

Also, I have a few more character questions to ask the readers of this story. What is the name of that shadow guy and the bird girl? I hope you readers know who I'm talking about because I plan to use them in my story later on; please tell me!

Anyway, please send in reviews!